KT fought against waking up. It’ll hurt,
she thought. Can’t face it . . . can’t . . . can’t . . .
As lullabies went, this one sucked. Each “can’t” forced her closer and closer to consciousness, as inevitably as a swimmer surfacing after a dive.
Stubbornly, she kept her eyes squeezed shut. She held her body perfectly still. Can’t look,
she thought. Can’t move. Can’t call the pain to me.
She had a vague sense that she might be in a hospital, might be in traction, might be in one of those...